If we were having coffee

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If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that my hubby is about to leave for a week. An entire week without him is a sad thing so I’ve tried to explain things several times to our fluffy doggies. Each time, though, I’ve been met with licks and reassurances. They’re not worried.

Hubby is leaving? Is the food staying? Then I’m not worried.

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that the snow is falling thick and fast over here. No matter what the Groundhog said on that February day, I fear an early spring is not in the cards.

“I see…an early spring”

So how am I going to survive without my hubby for a week? Well, I have a plan with levels of need:

Level 1: The fluffies. My doggies are amazing at getting in the way, bothering me and basically making sure I realize I’m not alone. I have complete confidence in their ability to continue to do so.

We love you!

Level 2: Books. I just did a bit of book shuffling and I now have credit at the used book store. One or two books will do the trick…

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Level 3 (to be used only as a last resort): The bed. It’s daunting to sleep on our big bed all alone. I might just have to invite our doggies to sleep with me. This of course will probably result in none of us getting any sleep, so it’s a solution only for dire emergencies…

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How about you? How was your week? Is it snowing over there?

A huge thanks to  Eclectic Alli for hosing Coffee Share and to you, my lovely reader, for reading!

Groundhog Day

Notwithstanding what the groundhog predicted, this is the scene outside my window right now…

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And that is Ocean, one of my two akita dogs who refuse to come inside when there’s a snow storm going on.

Inside? Not now!

I don’t want to come inside yet.

Why have cushions and warmth when you can sit on a pile of snow and ice?

Groundhogs and Spring

We had snow, but more of the white stuff has accumulated on the ground and even more is on the forecast. For variety, tomorrow’s weather includes a windchill. To add to our misery, the days are not only short, today the sun wasn’t able to make it through the clouds at all. At five in the afternoon, it’s pitch black outside and the sun doesn’t rise until well after 7am. Ew.

This feels like the longest winter in history. Did I really say I was waiting for snow at some point?

February is when Canadians start to feel an itch for Spring. After all those frozen, dark months of winter, they need to have some sort of hope that, one day, they will wake up and not see a frozen wasteland. They need to believe warmer weather is coming.

Good news. We have Groundhog Day.

As the story goes, this rodent (the groundhog) comes out of hibernation every year and reacts to his shadow. If he sees his shadow, he hides and there are at least 6 more weeks of winter. If he doesn’t see his shadow, it means Spring is around the corner.

It’s absolute hogwash, of course. No rodent whose IQ is barely higher than their hibernating body temperature is able to predict the weather with any accuracy. Hogwash.

But the sad reality is that we’re so desperate for good news, we’ll cling to a rodent if that’s the only bit of hope around. After the never-ending length of this winter season, I’m willing to give Groundhog Willy a chance.

At least if he announces an early Spring.